Word: muttering
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...becoming a little bored with football. The sweaty exorcists (who in later life become go-getters and promoters) are having less and less success in the eastern schools at their self imposed jobs of routing the students out of their dormitories to burn red fire in the square and mutter gibberish in union the night before a so called big game. This Medieval hocus-pocus known as "Getting Behind the Team," is being left behind in favor of an attitude which, in itself, may prove the most effective balance wheel to the sport. The undergraduates to whom I have spoken...
...Marden Fee, and it is the chorus of talk, not the incidental pastoral melodrama you will remember from Author Bullett's book. The story opens in prehistoric England, in the "squat" (hut-settlement) of Koor. Koor, hitherto invincible patriarch, is aging, and the young hunters are beginning to mutter to each other. Soon the inevitable happens. The tale suddenly skips to 1750; Koor's squat is now the drowsy village of Marden Fee, its people outwardly a placid yokelry. But in many of them still runs the blood of Koor. When Gipsy Noke kills the highwayman he instinctively...
When Sir William receives his D. C. L. degree he may mutter casually his favorite expression: "Not too bad, not too bad!" And he may reflect that his potent U. S. competitors Henry Ford, President Alfred Pritchard Sloan of General Motors, John North Willys, Walter Percy Chrysler, Errett Lobban Cord, have no such degree...
...passage in the Bible." Commented the thoughtful Observer: "If an explorer were to discover Mr. Epstein's Genesis in an African jungle tomorrow, he would stand before it in respectful wonder. But when the same man discovers it instead at the Leicester Galleries he is more likely to mutter one word, 'disgusting!' " Answered the sculptor: "It will play an important part in any historical museum...
Every once in a while there breaks a news story so pregnant with sensation that city editors lick their chops and fervently mutter, "Oh, boy! That's made to order!" The trial of a "lovely society heiress" for the murder of a "noted architect," with a "beautiful nightclub dancer" as star witness for the prosecution would be just such a story. Last week Hearst's New York American was full of it. But the story was literally made to order-an ingenious new circulation stunt...